Flowers cut from plexiglass carry on their petals sentences that left a mark on us. They were spoken long ago, perhaps in anger, ignorance, or weakness, yet they remain with us.

I invited people to share those sentences that echo in their minds like a quiet reproach. From them, a Bouquet of fragility was created, a luminous object composed of words that wound, yet also connect us through the shared human experience of vulnerability.

Beautiful, yet delicate, transparent, and sharp at the same time.

It reminds us how easy it is to hurt someone, how long we carry words that once harmed us, and how, in this very vulnerability, our humanity lies.

Lebo som povedala.

Ona by ma pochopila.

Ty si bola náhoda, už bolo neskoro ísť na potrat.

Tebe to asi robí dobre. (poznámka ku kojeniu dieťaťa staršieho ako 2 roky)

Ty nikdy nebudeš šťastná.

Máš ovisnuté prsia, ty bez podprsenky nemôžeš chodiť.

Ako to vyzeráš? Aspoň sa učeš. (babka, 2 mesiace po pôrode)

Som šťastnejšia, keď tu nie si.

S tvojou povahou, to bude mat v živote ťažké. Teba mať doma, zabil by som sa.

Ty musíš byť vždy najmúdrejšia.

On je, narozdiel od teba, normálny chlap.

Nestojíš za nič…

Nebuď taká citlivka.

Si lajdák!

To boli moje najšťastnejšie roky života, než si sa narodil.

Nezavadzaj, spravím si to sama!

Už ťa nechcem vidieť.

Ak by si bol tvoj brat, vyzeralo by to inak.

Nevidíš ma.

Budem ťa vždy ľúbiť, ale hlavne nebuď teplý. (mama)

To bruško už mohlo byť aj menšie. (druhý deň po pôrode).

Nikto ti neuverí. Ak to niekomu povieš, všetko popriem.

Ako dospelá budeš neschopná a žiť bordeli.

Nikdy som ťa nemala rada.

Správaš sa ako decko.

Si príliš citlivá.

Ty vždy musíš byť extra!

Však buď trochu chlap.

Snaž sa viac!

Ja som v pohode s gaymi, ale nemuseli by ste sa ukazovať. Nemám nič proti gaymom, ale deti by ste si nemali adoptovať. Nemám problém s gaymi, ale…

Nedôverujem ti…

Takto si ani na chleba a slanú vodu nezarobíš.

Veď ty prídeš, keď budeš potrebovať peniaze.

Ďakujem všetkým, ktorí sa somnou podelili o svoj kúsok krehkosti 🖤.

Because I said so.

She would understand me.

You were a coincidence, it was too late to have an abortion.

It probably does you good. (note on breastfeeding a child older than 2 years)

You will never be happy.

Your breasts are sagging, you shouldn’t walk without a bra.

How do you look? At least comb your hair. (grandmother, 2 months after giving birth)

I'm happier when you're not here.

With your character, it's going to be hard in his life. I'd kill myself to have you at home.

You always have to be the smartest.

He's, unlike you, a normal guy.

You're worthless...

Don't be so sensitive.

You're a slob!

Those were the happiest years of my life before you were born.

Don't bother, I'll do it myself!

I don't want to see you anymore.

If you were your brother, it would look different.

You can't see me.

I will always love you, but most importantly, don't be gay. (mom)

That belly could have been smaller. (the second day after giving birth).

No one will believe you. If you tell anyone, I will deny everything.

As an adult, you will be incapable and live a life of misery.

I never liked you

You act like a child.

You are too sensitive.

You always have to be extra!

Be a little more of a man.

Try harder!

I'm fine with gays, but you shouldn't show yourself. I have nothing against gays, but you shouldn't adopt children. I don't have a problem with gays, but…

I don't trust you…

You can't even earn bread and salt water like this.

You'll come when you need money.

Thank you to everyone who shared their piece of fragility with me 🖤.

This installation was presented at the light festival in Kremnica – Nocturno 2025.